Maybe you
Gritt
The nations of love are lovers
And your love you greet me
And if I choose in a homeland
I said your hobby is my
homeland
And if I forget you, my life
The tenderness of the heart.. Forget me
If you put in a trail
In your eyes.. My address
Oh, you who pass through the spirit, I wish you would find the paths to come to the heart to dwell in it. It is enough for me that I am not reproachful to meet you. There is still room for us in dreams. I still follow the shadow of your ghost in the distance and extend my longing for happiness to return to me. Strive with tenderness, for all of me is weak. Am I satisfied to perish with your love, weak?
حطب روحي بديار البعد ..هميت
وعلى فراك الاحبهم شكثر ..هميت
المفارك لا تحسبه عدل ..هميت
ترى الميت والمفارك سويه
وعلى فراك الاحبهم شكثر ..هميت
المفارك لا تحسبه عدل ..هميت
ترى الميت والمفارك سويه